The Marks of Time (Original Content, Please Do Not Reproduce) (Part 6)

I started a completely new life in this major southwestern city. We still often chatted online, joked, and reminisced about the happy times we spent together. But we both knew that things could never go back to the way they were, and the chances of us meeting again were slim. Almost a year after we separated, she messaged me on WeChat, saying she was coming to my city, not to see me, but to see her husband. Apparently, his company had a project in a very remote area, and she was going to visit him, but she had to pass through my city. After finding out her transfer time, I offered to pick her up, and she didn't object. Her train arrived very early, so I couldn't pick her up at the station. We agreed to meet at the subway transfer station, then go to her transfer area to store her luggage and have breakfast. After that, she had three hours to catch her train, which was exactly the time for a short-stay hotel room. We booked a short-stay room at a nearby chain hotel. She had been traveling all night and wanted to shower first. I didn't actually need to shower, but I still said, "Let's shower together." This was our first time showering together. After applying shower gel, I held her face-to-face and washed her back, then from behind, I held her and washed her breasts and genitals. She was passive and didn't say anything, seemingly distracted. I asked her, "Have you and your husband ever showered like this before?" She said no. My penis was still hard against her crotch, but I didn't penetrate her, and she didn't touch it. She wasn't used to it yet, unlike my wife, whose hands are always on my penis whenever she showers me. My wife always washes my penis herself and even licks it a few times. Seeing that A-Lian wasn't interested in this, I quickly dried myself off, and we got into bed. Once in bed, she took the initiative to kiss me, and we became passionately intertwined. I hadn't done it in a long time, so I was very hard. Although she only did it occasionally, her vagina had hardly ever been fully filled. We both exerted ourselves, and she moaned. Before long, I ejaculated deep inside her vagina. She pouted, twisted her body, and whined in dissatisfaction. I knew she wasn't satisfied. I said, "It's been a long time since we've done it, so I can't last long." When I pulled out, she cried out and quickly covered her vaginal opening with her hand. As a result, some semen still got on the bed and her legs. I remember that after we did it before, there was never this problem of semen flowing everywhere. Has her vagina become looser now? Or did I open it up? Even though I hadn't done it for a long time, I still ejaculated a lot. When I ejaculated, she said, "You ejaculated so much! It feels so good!" After she got back on the bed, she squeezed my penis, and we lay there talking. I first asked her about her recent visit to her family, and then I asked her if her husband wasn't hard enough or thick enough. She said, "He wasn't hard or thick enough. He could barely go in, and then he could barely move a few times. Just as she was getting aroused, he ejaculated, and it was very weak." I told her, "Actually, no man wants it to be like this. They all want to make women feel good, so don't blame him. You have to be good to him! You can't show any of this about our relationship. Put yourself in his shoes; if I were him, how heartbroken I would be!" "This time, you'll be a comfort woman for once." She laughed and slapped me, saying, "Okay." I thought to myself, I've already cuckolded her husband; I can't let them be at odds. I may be shameless, but even shamelessness has its limits. For years, I've known where A-Lian lived and where she worked, but I never bothered her. We never talked about money; I didn't expect her money, and she didn't expect mine. We just needed to be happy together. I don't know if I'm a good person or a bad person. As we lay there talking, her hand occasionally squeezed my penis. After a while, my penis started to get hard. I asked her if we wanted to do it again. She hummed in agreement. I perked up and went again. She was excited, smiling broadly and moaning. Soon, I ejaculated again. I wasn't in great shape today. I asked her, "Are you still hungry?" She said, "I'm fine." Then we agreed on a time to return and got up to check out. After packing my things, I went outside to wait for her in the hallway. Her husband called then; he was on the phone frequently, mainly because she wasn't familiar with the city. He seemed quite concerned for her. While they were talking, she kept closing the hotel door. The hotel door seemed to be a security door, as it was quite loud when it opened and closed. After she finished her call, I told her, "Don't close the door when you're on the phone. The noise is loud, and your husband can hear it on the phone. What if he asks why you closed the door so loudly? How will you explain?" She said, "Oh, I didn't think of that." I said, "You have to be careful next time. For example, when we're together, keep your phone on silent so that if one of you is on the phone, the other person can hear the ringing." She said, "I know, you're so cunning!" Actually, I'm just always cautious. I can't give her a clear answer, so I don't want her to cause trouble. After going downstairs, we parted ways. I didn't walk her to the bus stop because everyone there was her husband's colleague, and she was worried about being recognized. Two weeks later, on a Saturday, she returned. I picked her up and we went to a hotel together. It was a time we had agreed upon; she needed to stay in the city for one night to get a ride home, so we could sleep together for the night. We were both looking forward to this night. Before this, we always parted ways after we were done, never sleeping together for a whole night. I jokingly called our relationship guerrilla warfare, a hit-and-run. At the hotel, I sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Come on, let me see you." She came over, straddled my lap, and our lips met. I reached inside and touched her breasts; her nipples were already hard. Then I reached down and touched her genitals. She cooperated by unbuckling her belt, and I noticed her panties were wet. I started to undress her, and she suddenly said, "I haven't eaten yet!" I said, "It's already 3 pm, and you haven't eaten? What am I supposed to do? I can only feed your lower body; you're responsible for your upper body." She laughed and cursed, "You little rascal!" Then we quickly stripped naked and got into bed to start our encounter. As I entered her, I said, "From now on, I'll be in charge in bed, and you'll be in charge outside. You'll have to arrange our meals." She said, "Okay." While saying this, my movements didn't stop. I used my old tricks, a fierce assault followed by her moans. Then I slowed down. We have plenty of time today; I'm not in a rush. We're always too hasty; we never really savor the experience. As I slowly thrust in and out, I asked her about her trip to visit her husband. I said, "You had a good time these past two weeks, didn't you?" She said, "Not many times. Every night his colleagues dragged him out drinking." I thought, using drinking to escape is one way. I said, "How's he now? Is he enjoying it?" She said, "Still the same." It seemed her husband hadn't made much progress, and she wasn't willing to say more. I changed the subject, asking her affectionately, "Did you miss me?" She said, "Yes." I said, "Did you miss me when you were with your husband?" She laughed and said, "Why do you ask so many questions?" Then she lifted up and hugged me tightly, her mouth reaching out to kiss me again. I think it was my question that aroused her desire. Our tongues intertwined, and I thrust faster. She cried out a few more times and fell back down. I asked her, "Did you not eat enough the morning you came? Did you have an orgasm?" She said, "Yes, I had an orgasm, but it wasn't very strong." When I asked her those questions, my penis was rock hard, and she felt it too, moaning softly. I said, "It's so hard, can you feel it?" She said, "Yes, it feels so good." Just as we were playing softly, her phone vibrated. Her husband called, still concerned about whether she had found a place to stay, etc. I often see scenes like this in online novels, and now that I've encountered it myself, of course I won't let it pass. I thrust hard, wanting to see her reaction. She calmly talked to her husband for a while, without any change in her voice or tone. After hanging up, she lifted up again, hugged me tightly, and kissed me. I thrust faster again; it seemed she also found it very exciting. Then we slowed down again. I lit a cigarette and slowly moved in and out. She showed me photos from her recent visit to her family on her phone. It was the first time I'd seen a picture of her husband. He was very handsome, looking remarkably like a veteran Hong Kong movie star, and very energetic. You'd never guess from the photos that he was so incompetent in bed; appearances can be deceiving. At that moment, I suddenly laughed. She asked, "What are you laughing at?" I said, "We're like playing mahjong. When you came, I was planning to have your husband do you, but I did it first—that's stealing the win. Now, on your way back, we were supposed to be done, but I did it to you—that's like getting a free win." Hearing this, she laughed too. I was in particularly good shape that day, with no urge to ejaculate, but the pleasure was incredibly intense. It felt incredibly good. This was the most relaxed and satisfying time I'd ever had with Ah Lian. I don't know how long we went on, but I felt a little tired, so I told her, "I want to ejaculate and rest for a bit. We'll do it again tonight." She said, "Okay." I held her head and kissed her, then thrust into her forcefully, bracing my arms against her shoulders. She struggled to move, but I held her tightly, limiting her movements. She then wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, and with a series of screams, I ejaculated deep inside her. She tore off two pieces of paper, tucking one between her legs and offering me the other, which I didn't take."I'm tired," she said, "you can clean me." I rolled over, and she sat up and gently cleaned my penis. She said, "You should rest for a while!" I looked at my phone for a bit. I didn't have the energy to talk to her, so I just hummed in agreement. After she finished cleaning me, she gently covered me with the blanket, and I quickly fell asleep. This time, she didn't get up to go to the bathroom to empty the semen, probably afraid of disturbing my sleep. So, I let my DNA stay inside her vagina. I don't know how long I slept, but it was already getting dark. She woke me up and asked if she wanted to go out and get something to eat, and bring me some back. I said, "No, let's go for a walk together. I'll treat her to dinner; I should be a good host." We got up and went downstairs, strolled around a famous street nearby, and then took a taxi to another pedestrian street. We found a restaurant nearby and ate some of the famous local dishes. I thought the food was just average, but she said it was delicious. We strolled along the pedestrian street. It was drizzling, and the wet ground reflected the streetlights. The night view of the pedestrian street was indeed beautiful. Because of the weather, there were few tourists, unlike usual when it was always bustling with people. She was having a great time. I followed behind her, thinking to myself that her two-week visit to her husband was just for show. I doubt she'd enjoyed sleeping with her husband for two weeks as much as I did for half a day. With today's experience, her trip wasn't in vain. After wandering around for a while, we realized it was getting late, so we went back to the hotel. I took a pill, and after we showered separately, we went to bed, cuddled, and kissed. Soon, my penis was rock hard. I said, "Feel it." She said, "Ah, so hard." I said, "Shall we start?" She nodded, so I mounted her. She was very wet down there; it seems all women are like that—the moisture stays for a while after sex. The details are unnecessary to describe; our performance was the usual routine. This encounter lasted quite a while, and then I fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night, she squeezed my penis and woke me up. My penis was very hard again; usually, after I finish, my penis gets hard again in the middle of the night, even without medication. This is one of my characteristics. Although I was very tired and didn't want to move at all, I thought, since she was here, I should let her have her fill. Besides, I didn't know if I would have another chance after this one, so I cheered myself up and went for it again. She was, of course, very happy. I was hard the whole time, and the speed of my thrusts was very fast. She kept writhing, her expression sometimes laughing and sometimes acting coquettish. Her body sometimes rose and sometimes fell. Neither of us said much. In the quiet of the night, there were only the sounds of our thrusting. I wanted to finish quickly, but maybe because I had already ejaculated twice, I couldn't ejaculate again. Finally, after a period of high-speed thrusting, I ejaculated. I lay down and went back to sleep, ignoring her. When I woke up again... By then, it was already broad daylight. She had already bought breakfast and put it on the table; it seemed she had gotten up quite early. I still didn't want to move; I was just too tired. She said, "Get up and eat." I thought she needed to catch a train in the morning and couldn't be too late, so I reluctantly got up, washed, ate, and got ready. I said, "Let's go," but she said, "It's still early; let's sit a little longer." We sat together on the bed. I was still tired, so I rested my head on her shoulder. She held my hand without saying a word. I sensed she still wanted to continue; women of this age are truly like wolves and tigers. But I was just too tired and didn't want to force myself. After sitting for a while, I took her to the station. On the train, she kept chatting with me on WeChat. The first question I asked was how many orgasms she had yesterday. Her answer was that she didn't remember, but it was a lot. I estimated she had at least ten orgasms; she's really amazing now. She kept saying how wonderful the night had been. (To be continued 6)
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